This has never happened before, and I have never been anxious even when I was at my lowest point.
Most people's anxiety comes from external sources.
Money, fame, desire, reprimand, pressure...
But Zhou Yang's anxiety stems from the uneasiness deep in his heart.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s gradually assimilated after spending too much time in this world, but Zhou Yang always feels that scenes from the original world are like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies, and butterflies dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.
More importantly, he found that some people, some things in that world, and even some pictures that he should have remembered clearly began to become more and more blurry.
He felt that his memory was fading, and one day, he would no longer be able to remember anything in the original world.
Although he had thought about this kind of thing and had been prepared for it, Zhou Yang could not help but feel an anxious feeling that the things that made him live his life were gradually being taken away, and he would eventually become nothing.
then……
He tried hard to write down what was in his mind. No matter what incomplete melody it was, he wrote it down. Later, when his level improved, he would slowly try to fill it in...
then……
He studied desperately, learning everything and every content, hoping to continue to establish those things that made him a settled person, so that he could be reborn.
But haste makes waste in many things, and Zhou Yang's manipulation of things like this is tantamount to plunging himself into an abyss and eventually getting lost in the vast darkness.
Wang Shuai, Huang Jiacheng, Christian, James Bond...
Every director has their own specialties. Zhou Yang followed them and learned their stuff. At first he thought it was good and the content he shot was very effective. But gradually, Zhou Yang discovered something was wrong.
For the same shot, different directors would produce completely different effects and concepts. Zhou Yang sat in front of the camera and shot a lot of scenes, but the more he shot, the more he felt that it was not working. It seemed that nothing was right no matter what he shot.
June 5th.
The crew of "Infernal Affairs" was finally overwhelmed and production was temporarily suspended.
Everyone's emotions were wrong, and even Liu Hua was tortured to the point of unspeakable pain.
Zhou Yang knew that he had to stop and could no longer take pictures.
After announcing that the crew would take a day off, Zhou Yang left the crew. The moment he left the crew, Zhou Yang heard bursts of cheers.
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, realizing that if he continued in this state, he would not get better, but would only get worse.
Everyone is quite depressed.
In fact, he is also very depressed.
“What exactly is a movie?”
"What's a show?"
Walking on the streets of Hong Kong Island, Zhou Yang silently looked at the streets with people coming and going, and suddenly thought of this question.
He began to think about every director he met with a different personality, each director's shooting techniques, and the concepts they instilled in the movie.
His thoughts gradually spread out, and the things he had learned from the people he had met over the years, including the contents of James Bunter's notebook, emerged one by one...
His mind began to become very confusing, and he felt that the concept of movies began to become extremely complicated, and then he thought of various arts.
Lens art, film art, realistic art, music art, performing art...
Art itself cannot be defined. It can be very niche or very popular, it can be noble or vulgar to the core.
He became confused and very exhausted. His head hurt when he thought about these things. The more he thought deeply, the more he found that he could not understand anything.
While walking, I arrived at the set of "Night Walker" before I knew it.
The crew of "Night Walker" was very high-pitched and surrounded by countless reporters. When Zhou Yang came to a big rock nearby, Jiang Ge just walked out of the crew. His face was full of confident smile, and he looked like a man in front of the media.
A dazzling star.
"It is expected that the film will be completed next month!"
"This movie is a benchmark for Hollywood's July movie "The Silent World"..."
Zhou Yang looked at Jiang Ge who was chatting and laughing in front of reporters, and listened with his ears pricked up.
Jiang Ge always looks confident in front of the media, and his words are infectious and easy to convince. Even though Zhou Yang thinks Jiang Ge is hypocritical, he still thinks his mentality is awesome.
As he listened, he found that Jiang Ge started to talk about the artistic content of "Night Walker". He said that the artistic content of this movie was very high, not to mention comparable to "Overlord", but not far behind.
Zhou Yang unconsciously squeezed into the crowd, wanting to listen more carefully to Jiang Ge's spiel.
In fact...
He found Jiang Ge's eloquent talk really fascinating, and the word "language art" even came to Zhou Yang's mind.
"Director Jiang, what is the artistic component?"
"Director Jiang, can you tell me how you made this movie?"
"..."
After listening, Zhou Yang seemed to understand something, and unconsciously followed the media to ask Jiang Ge questions about art.
Jiang Ge was chatting and laughing at first, but when he vaguely heard a familiar voice and inexplicably saw a familiar figure, he even felt that he had seen it wrong.
He shook his head violently.
Impossible, impossible, there is no way Zhou Yang could have come here!
"Director Jiang, can you talk about film art?"
"Director Jiang, what do you think is a movie?"
Jiang Ge suddenly trembled and stared at the figure.
His smile froze slightly.
That's Zhou Yang!
Definitely Zhou Yang!
What is he here for?
Is he here to humiliate me, or is he here to cause trouble?
"It's Zhou Yang!"
"Oh my God, it's really Zhou Yang!"
"Oh my god, is Zhou Yang coming to Director Jiang's crew?"
"Wow!"
"He's running away!"
"Quick, catch up, I heard he seems to have driven John Williams crazy!"
"Really or not?"
"Zhou Yang, can you talk about you and John Williams? I remember that director Django Jiang invited John Williams to arrange the music for "Night Walker"?"
"..."
Suddenly bursts of crazy sounds broke out from the crowd, and then...
Jiang Ge found that the press conference that was supposed to be his home stadium suddenly became chaotic. No one listened to him anymore. It seemed that everyone was looking for Zhou Yang.
His face gradually turned the color of pig liver, and his anger even made him want to tear Zhou Yang into pieces.
He asked me what art meant?
Are you questioning my art or questioning the artistic content of my films?
He thinks he understands art?
……………………
evening.
Zhou Yang returned to the crew.
He did not study as usual, nor did he see anyone. Instead, he closed his eyes and lay on the bed.
"Zhou Yang, are you okay?"
"I'm fine..."
"It's okay, I just happened to be on a business trip to Hong Kong Island, so I stopped by to see you..."
"Mr. An, I...it's not very convenient right now."
"What's wrong?"
"I can't figure out some questions..."
"What's the problem?"
"I don't know what to say. I might need to take a rest. I'm a little tired."
The phone rang and it was An Xiao calling.
Zhou Yang, who was not very good at rejecting people, shook his head for the first time and refused to meet An Xiao.
On the other end of the phone...
An Xiao was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Zhou Yang, I think you need to do some subtraction properly."
"What subtraction?" Zhou Yang asked.
"You are carrying a heavy shell on your back, moving forward like a snail, and constantly adding things to the shell. You can't bear so much, and you will fall sooner or later..." An Xiao's voice was concerned, but very gentle.
Zhou Yang was silent.
"You've been studying too much and too many things lately, and... you seem to be reading art books. I'm not saying that art books are bad. I just think you'll hit a dead end. Can't you figure it out now?
Film art, or photography art?”
"Mr. An, how do you know..." Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, then a little frightened.
"Zhou Yang, you have been to Cannes. Have you noticed the first film in human history, "The Train in the Hole"?"
"Yes, remember." Zhou Yang nodded.
"From your current perspective, does it count as art?"
Zhou Yang was stunned and didn't know what to answer for a moment.
It seems to be art. After all, everyone thinks very highly of this movie. Some people say it is the greatest work of an era. But when you really cut off the aura, it seems to be just a video, a simple video.
"In other words, if you make a movie that is exactly the same as "Train in the Hole" and you take it to Cannes, will you win an award?" An Xiao subconsciously asked again after hearing Zhou Yang's silence.
"Can't..." Zhou Yang replied.
He seemed to have touched something.
"Yes, not only will you not win the award, but you will be laughed at. After all, such a simple work can be photographed by a child who can play with a mobile phone... How could the people in Cannes award this work?" An Xiao said, seeming to have a hint of laughter.
smile.
"Mr. An, what do you mean..." Zhou Yang suddenly felt that An Xiao's words sounded very nice, like fairy music, and gave him great inspiration.
His originally chaotic heart suddenly became clearer!
"The so-called art is a concept that some people give to something, and that's all... If you really think about what art is and how to shoot it, it's all imaginary. You just need to express what you want to express through movies.
Just come out... When you were filming "Mineral Bottom", did you ever think about the so-called art?"
"No..." Zhou Yang shook his head.
"However, "Under the Mine" is indeed an excellent work. It didn't have a good camera or a good actor, but it was still shot by you..."
"Mr. An, in fact, most of "Under the Mine" was directed by Feng..."
"Don't be affected by some people's remarks. I've seen you all the way. You don't have to prove anything to anyone..."
Zhou Yang opened his mouth.
Obviously he is in Hong Kong Island and An Xiao is in the mainland, but An Xiao seems to know a lot of things, even his own thoughts.
How did she do it?
Just when Zhou Yang was stunned, he heard a knock on the door.
He trembled violently.
"Open the door and I'll bring you something... I hope it will be helpful to you."
"ah?"
Zhou Yang looked at the door subconsciously.
When he opened the door, he saw a tall figure looking at him tenderly...